"No matter how much flesh she loses, it will grow back. No matter how much flesh she loses, she will still be Lorimas, ageless, immortal, and forever young. So compared to my shattered life, what does that little bit of suffering of hers amount to?"
"Why does she get to live forever while I have to grow older day by day before her eyes? Why does she get such a long life while I have only a tiny scrap of mine left? She says she will love only me even after I die, but once I am actually dead, what meaning will a promise like that have? Who will even remember a promise whose truth no one can know?"
"If-if she had told me her true identity when we first met, then no matter how beautiful or alluring she was, I would have stayed far away and never looked at her again! Then I would have had the chance to marry a wife who might not have been as beautiful, but was gentle and devoted. I would have had the chance to have children and grandchildren of my own, a family who would grow old beside me. I would have had the dreams I should have been able to fulfill!"
"But it is too late for all of that!" Jialan shook his head as he backed away. "She swore she would love only me for the rest of her life and made me swear the same. No matter how gently I brought up the idea of separating, her reaction always terrified me."
"I had nowhere left to turn. This is all her fault! She ruined my life, so what is wrong with using her flesh to research drugs that extend life?" Jialan's voice was still aged, but his affected manner